"Potter marries the quotidian and the sublime pretty much line by line. That pairing is dictional, syntactical, rhythmical, and often conceptional as well, but always, always, the scope is sweeping and the affect--in this reader’s experience--unparalleled."
I don't know how to explain how it felt to receive that email from Gray. As if she must have been talking about someone else. As if it never gets easier to believe that what I write makes sense to anyone. As if, when I close my eyes, I will wake up and discover that I never wrote a poem in my life.
Because, at this moment, how much luckier could I be?